Iris
Arthur sets me down gently, his arms lingering around my waist. We’re standing so close I can feel the heat radiating from his body, see every fleck of brown that’s hiding in the depths of his green eyes.
My heart is pounding in my chest—I can’t believe he actually did it. He announced our relationship to the world.
Arthur, noticing my expression, smirks. “You’re blushing.”
I bite my lower lip in a futile attempt to contain my giddiness. “Can you blame me?” I ask. “This feels like a dream, Arthur.”
He looks pleased. “I’m glad you’re happy. And now, I get to woo you all over again. Properly this time, without hiding or sneaking around.”
“Woo me?” I repeat with a delirious little giggle.
“Absolutely. You didn’t think I expected you to jump back into hot wat
